I’m a seven-inch cowboy
With a tiny pair of six guns.
Five’ll get you ten,
I betcha never seen one.
Well I’m a seven inch cowboy
How do you be?
And I’m used to people gawking and a-staring at me
But I wasn’t always so gol-darned wee
Let me tell you my story,
You can listen for free.
For seven long years,
Now that’s a year for every inch I stand
I’ve traveled small and lonely down the byways of this giant land
Like a country western Lilliputian too afraid to stop
I’m at the bottom of the food chain whereas I once was at the top.
I wandered on foot, my horse had done abandoned me
And every town I come to’s like a terrible dream
The other cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me dodge
With a tiny pair of six guns.
Five’ll get you ten,
I betcha never seen one.
Well I’m a seven inch cowboy
How do you be?
And I’m used to people gawking and a-staring at me
But I wasn’t always so gol-darned wee
Let me tell you my story,
You can listen for free.
For seven long years,
Now that’s a year for every inch I stand
I’ve traveled small and lonely down the byways of this giant land
Like a country western Lilliputian too afraid to stop
I’m at the bottom of the food chain whereas I once was at the top.
I wandered on foot, my horse had done abandoned me
And every town I come to’s like a terrible dream
The other cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me dodge